Blackmailed For Love

He didn't knock as he entered the small file room.He stood there and looked around, if he was impressed by the work I'd had done in just two days he didn't say it.

Instead when his eyes came back to me they were as cold and hard as an ice block.

Once upon a time they used to look at me like I was his whole world.

"Get up.We are leaving."

I blinked up at him, not understanding where he was taking me.

His eyes narrowed on me and he said, "You are not doing a good job of following my orders."

Not giving into the urge to roll my eyes, I stood up and grabbed my small purse.

Pressing my hand down to smooth out my skirt, I rounded the desk and I asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Your home.I decided I'll drop my whore back at her place at the end of the day."

His words made me wince and he saw it as a moment later he grabbed my wrist to pull me in front of him.

His hard eyes caressed my face and he said, "I won't let you forget it.The way I couldn't forget.I'll keep reminding you and myself who you truly are."

I bit down the inside of my cheek and stared back at him.I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing how his words were scratching at my bruised heart.

He gripped my face and dug his fingers into my cheeks as he demanded, "Say it."

One thing about Kristian was, he always lashed out and did everything he could to not be the only one feeling the pain.

When someone hurts him he hurts them back tenfold.

And he didn't know how to stop until his enemy was beaten down and destroyed.

I had seen it with my own eyes.I knew it deep in my bones how far he could go.

So there was no trying to fight it.

Also, I just didn't want to fight him.

He had his demons and I used to be his comforting place despite our age difference but then I turned on him, became the one who broke his trust, and became another person in his list of demons.

"I am a whore." I said, giving him what he wanted.

Or maybe I was just a glutton for punishment His lips twisted.

"Whose?"

"Yours."

Only his.

Ever his.

"That's right.Don't you ever forget that."

He walked out of the room and made me follow him.

Unlike him my steps were hesitant as I followed him, I didn't want him to drop me home.

filled out, I had lied about my town, my schooling and my

my status as

but now he wanted to drop me home: Please, God, make him have a flat tire: And he totally deserves

Nope.

Not on my side.

Like he ever is.

  His car didn't have a

that would make it any less than the beauty that

a memory

his Ferrari GT and he

spent the evening later in the

black Porsche, unlocking it on the way and without waiting for me or even without looking in

moment later I heard the

jogged quickly to the passenger side before he could get irritated and start

moment I sat down, I tried, I had

have to drive me.I can go.I'll

He didn't say anything.

the steering wheel like one would hold a lover as he pulled out of

I knew where he was

wrong address I had written on

lips and tried again, "You can drop me

few

to me and he said, "I'll stop

do you want to

went up on my forehead

offer, I didn't have enough money to let him know that I

I sighed.

buy them

have to suck it

drop me off and I will wait for him to leave then I'll make my way

back

won't ask for the usual butterscotch pastry this

more than the fact that I would be late to reach

came to a slow stop at the sky high,

him and said, "Thank

me for a long moment that made me nervous and

he was becoming

knew he

smile on my face as I said, "No, you don't have

eyes and cursed my fate as he

he hated me so much as I saw

didn't come and I didn't wait as I opened the door and

side, I

He arched a brow.

my lips and looked for a reason why he couldn't come

wouldn't

us and he didn't say

crossed his legs at

I saw

looked like

a suit that was a combination of blood red and dark